what the h^ll!

Babygirl seems to touch more lives than I realize. This morning as I was standing watching the construction crane at the building site up the street a car that she seemed to recognize, stopped to say hello. They of course greeted her not me, but as if she were a person. “Hello Babygirl how are you? I haven’t seen you in a long time. You’re looking good. They waved as the drove on.

WHAT THE HELL?